open hands

take my future
take my plans
take my hopes
and to the wind
throw them so they're
scattered far
and break my heart
so i can be a
fervent useful
tool for thee
as one who has no
heart for aught
but what the Father
wills and as i
learn to wait on Him
all tears will gather
at His feet for
broken hearted penitence
is what i sought
and now must seek.